In 1945 I went with my grandfather to a German prisoner of war camp in the Uttoxeter area of Staffordshire. We had gone to visit my Uncle Jimmy. He had been in the Italian campagne, he and a Scottish friend had been drinking in a bar in one of the towns when they got into an argument with a couple of the locals (Pro-German) his Scottish buddy ended up getting stabbed, the two Italians made a run for it and my Uncle Jimmy raised his rifle and shot the guy at the rear, they had been running in line, and the bullet passed through the first guy and hit the one in front, killed them both. Uncle Jimmy was first charged with murder, then reduced to manslaughter, he got 5 years hard labour. He had behaved himself and was sent has a trustee to the German camp (Hard to believe that he behaved himself, I got to know him very well after his release, and he was a born trouble maker) My grandfather got to speak with many of the German prisoners and he was quite impressed with their general attitude. I relate this story because many years later (Late 60s or 70s) I was engaged in the task of demolishing one of the old camps in that area. It may well have been the camp that I visited, it was certainly in the same area, but the funny thing is that another Uncle of mine had purchased the camp, and engaged my business to take it down ( not so much demolished as dismantled, quite a big job for me at the time)